My Husband & My Ex

Chapter 2

Waking up the next morning with the worst headache. Possibly from all the crying and the lack of sleep.

I couldn't believe I was going to get married to someone I didn't know or love. When I was younger I had only imagined marrying someone I love, not an arranged marriage. What century were we living in?

My father informed my mother and brother what we talked about in my room. They also didn't agree with my fathers decision. So my mother and brother had spoke with my father to change his mind but he didn't budge. He told them he knows what's best for me. Once his mind was set that was it, he was stubborn.

In the evening I helped my mother prepare dinner for our guest and setting the table. My mother isn't just my mother she's my best friend, a sister.

 The whole day she was trying to convince me that Noah was right one for me. That I should make my father happy and except my future with Noah. But I could see in her eyes and voice she wasn't happy about it either. 

She was just making me feel at ease. She knows my father very well, he was going to make me marry Noah no matter what. She couldn't disagree with my father, she's always obeyed his wishes. She has always been a good wife and amazing mother.

 My father wasn't always like this, money and power changed him, it corrupted him.

After we finished preparing, I went to my bedroom, into my bathroom showered. Blow dried my hair, letting it down on my shoulders. I also did my make up simple and added nude lipstick. 

 Still wearing a robe, I went into my closet, and got out a midi blue royal dress. I dressed, wore stud earrings, and nude heels. I stepped in front of the mirror looking at myself up and down. 

Feeling so irritated at the situation.  "Who do you think your trying to impress, your future husband? You don't have to try hard, your already his." Talking to myself I signed blowing out air from my mouth.

As I was walking down the stairs, stepping on the last step our door bell rang. My fathers guest, I mean our guest had arrived. My father, mother, brother and I gathered to the door. My brother James and I looked at each other both rolling our eyes at the same time.

 My father noticed "You both better behave, smile and don't embarrass me." He snarled.

My father opened the door, and Noah walked in. Just like how my father described Noah, he was tall,  fitted, handsome, his face sculpted perfectly, sky blue eyes, clean shaved, narrow nose. 

 He held a bouquet of roses that were all different colors. He wore a grey suit with a white dress shirt. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone and no tie. He looked attractive, but not my type, any other girl would be drooling over him. 

 A woman and man followed in after him. Noah first shook my fathers hand, then my mothers, and my brothers. He now is in front of me, we both greeted each other.

 I extended out my hand, once our hands touched instead of a hand shake, he tilt his head down and kissed my hand. I wasn't expecting him to do that especially in front of my father, I pulled my hand away., feeling shy. 

He then gave me the bouquet of flowers to me.

Next the woman that was behind him introduced herself as his older sister Anna. The man behind her was her husband David.

My father invited our guest to the living room. While my mother and I set the food on the table. My mother asked our guest to join us at the table once the table was set. 

My father sat on the head end of the table across of him was my mother. James and I sat next to each other while Noah, Anna and David sat opposite of us. 

Every time I would glance at Noah I would catch him staring at me, I would look away. Feeling uneased and annoyed at the way he looked at me. They talking about our marriage while I stayed quiet the whole time.

Its not like they wanted my opinion about anything. It felt as if I wasn't present or as if I'm a ghost. James and I just kept looking at each other. 

Noah said he wanted the engagement party to be held next week. And want a short engagement so we would marry in a month and of course my father agreed happily. I choked on my water a couple of times during dinner with all these decisions of my future, I had no say in. 

After dinner my father asked me to take Noah outside on to our patio so we could talk alone. While the rest of them sat in the living room drinking tea. 

We walked outside, I showed Noah to our patio where there was chairs and a electric fire pit. Noah sat on one of the chairs while I sat next to him in the other. It was early spring so during the night it was still chilly. Thank God the fire pit was on. 

Noah started small conversations,  than he began talking about himself and then I did. It was our first time talking to each other it felt unnatural. He talked about his likes and dislikes and I continued after. I can see what my father sees in him. He is a dissent man, quiet, polite, a good listener. He is 25 years old, his parents both died in a car accident when he was 10.  I felt sorry for him no one should lose parents that young.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Noah asked.

"Ah..yeah go ahead." I said hesitant. Why do I feel like its going to get more awkward than it already is. 

"Do you still have a relationship with Elijah?"

Shocked I wasn't expecting that. Wow that was the second time I heard his name in two days. He surprised me, Elijah is from my past, a secret relationship that ended three years ago. I didn't even know people knew about us. I thought only my family and his did. And no i***t the answer is no. Why would I be talking to you now if I was with Elijah. 

All I said was "No"

He smiled "that's good, so what happened?"

Oh God I don't want to talk about this, It feels so awkward. "Well he asked for my hand when I was 16. But my father didn't agree. I haven't spoken to him since."

I hope that answers his question, short and brief.

He nodded his head. I didn't want him to bring up Elijah anymore, I averted the subject to him, he brought it up.

"How many girlfriends have you had?"

"4" So he has had a couple. 

"Any of them serious?" I asked curiously

"No" wow I thought my answer was short.

"So why marry me?" 

He got on the edge of his chair, and moved closer to me, his eyes twinkle from the moon. My heart started pounding so hard from how jittery I was. Not from attraction but from how uncomfortable I was feeling. 

"Well first of all your beautiful, smart, pure, innocent, respectable, you come from good people. What more do I want or need? I was hearing you had other suitors, asking for your hand in marriage recently. I didn't want anyone else to marry you, so I couldn't watch you slip away." With a smirk on his face he looked like he wanted to consume me. I got goosebumps with the way he looked at me and talked. Why did I feel so uneased?

I just stared at him feeling emotionally numb.

He looked a his watched "Wow its getting late I should start leaving." With that we both stood up, with my head bent down and I straightened my dress. 

 I looked up and he was closer to me. He pulled me into a hug wrapping his arms around my shoulders. It was difficult being in his arms, it was just to much to soon for all of this. My arms dangling on the sides of my body. I just stood there with my face planted on his hard chest, I inhale, I can smell his cologne, wow it smells good. He was taller than me for sure, he kissed me on my fore head and let me go. He turned around, I followed and we started to walk to the living room. 

Once we walked in the living room his family got up to leave. Our families said there good nights. So happy the night ended I was off to my room. I changed into my pajamas, removed my makeup and went straight to my bed. Trying to calculate this man who wants to get married to me. 

For someone who barely knows me, he was afraid I would slip away. How can he even support a family? What kind of life does my father think I will have with him? I'm really frustrated right now. Agh.. I scream from irritation.  

This was happening if I liked it or not. I hope by some miracle something happens so I wouldn't marry him. I just hope he isn't who I am fated to marry. But if it is meant to be I can't do much about it.